Breakaway (Penalty Kill 1)

“Presley, right?” I grin, after shaking Marley’s hand. I hold my hand out to Presley, who is looking on with utter disgust, making me wonder what Trevor has filled her head with about me. She glances between me and my hand quickly before making a decision to shake my hand. Her hand slips into mine, and she shakes it hard one time before releasing it, sending a quick glare to her friend.

“Guys against girls or us two,” Jere says, as he wraps an arm around Marley, “against you two?”

“Guys against girls,” Presley says, grabbing Marley’s elbow with a smirk at me.

She doesn’t want to play with me? Fine. Playing against her can be just as fun. The balls are already in place, and I tell Jere that he can break. Marley and Presley each get a pool cue while Jere lowers himself to shoot. I eye the girls from the corner of my vision, noting that Presley is whispering somewhat frantically into Marley’s ear, who in turn shrugs. The balls cracking against each other resound in the room even with the music playing in the next room.

Marley steps up to the table for her turn and giggles when Jere speaks into her ear as he passes her. She walks around once, choosing where she wants to be, and decides to try and get a striped ball into a corner pocket. The ball touches the side causing it to curve slightly and

miss the hole. I see an opportunity with a solid, aim, and make the shot. I go again, but miss causing a striped to roll closer to one of the center pockets. I stand next to Presley, who is concentrating on the balls before her.

“Can you play?” I ask, casually. There’s no other way to follow through with my plan, unless I at least make conversation.

“Yep,” she says, never taking her eyes off the table. My eyes, on the other hand, are glued to her frame as she steps forward, leans down as if she’s placing her ass on display for me, and shoots for the striped I was just thinking about. She misses, and the cue ball falls into the pocket she was aiming for instead of the ball she wanted.

“I thought you said you could play,” I half joke.

“Never said I was any good.”

Still the girl has not looked my way. This may be a little harder than I thought. I chug a swig from my beer and see that she doesn’t have anything to drink.

“Would you like one?” I ask, holding up my beer while Jere takes his shot. Finally, those brown eyes look at me with a slightly raised brow as if asking, “What are you up to?”

“Sure.”

I pat Jere’s shoulder as I walk past him into the kitchen to grab her a beer. By the time I return, it’s my turn. I hand her the bottle and try to concentrate instead of watching her take a drink. Somehow, I manage to focus, but not enough to make the shot. When Presley finds her shooting spot and leans down on the other side of the table, I get a good view of her breasts. Oh god, she’s really hot. This is going to be fun. I can’t wait to get her in bed.

“Um, need some help?” I ask with a smirk to take my mind off the things I want to do to her. She glances up at me a small smile playing on her lips.

“Sure,” she repeats.

I sit my beer down and walk around the table. When I come up behind her, the pool cue jabs me in the stomach as she goes ahead to take her shot, landing a ball in the pocket.

“Oops. I didn’t mean to do that,” she says, but that little smile of hers tells me she damn well did mean it. “I made the shot, though. Guess I didn’t need your help after all.”

This girl is something else. I have to be quick on my feet around her, it seems. What to say, what to say. “Game on, Presley. We were going easy on you girls, but not anymore. Ain’t that right, Jere?”

He chuckles, and Presley stands up a little straighter.

“Like you went ‘easy’ at the game against my brother?” she asks, raising a brow once more. “Don’t kid yourself, Levi. You,” she pokes my chest, ”just suck.”

She’s probably around 5’7”, but she has no problem trying to intimidate me. I’m what? Nine inches taller than her? It’s actually a bit funny to see, but I’m not telling her that. “So you are McCarthy’s little sister.”

“We’re twins and technically, I’m older by a minute. What? No comment on how you suck?”

I ignore that. “Are you sure? You two don’t look alike.”

“Never said we were identical. You don’t think about what leaves your mouth, do you?”

“Oh? You’re thinking about my mouth?” I smile to further show off my sure to be crooked grin. A grin that could drop panties within seconds if I wanted it to.

“You wish, Levi. I’m not one of your Puck Bunnies that will fall into your bed just because you look decent.”

“That’s all? Decent? At least give full credit to my looks.”

“Have you looked in the mirror lately? I think decent is pushing it, to be honest.”

“Oh really? You don’t find me attractive, Presley?” I cross my arms knowing the effect. My shirt tightens across my chest just a bit and my arms look big, tan, and muscular. For a fraction of a second, she looks over my arms before snapping her eyes back on mine, her throat moving as she swallows hard. I lean down and whisper into her ear. “Oh, you so think I’m hot.”